The Endless Summer of Joy
Posted by PintofStout on August 12, 2008
Who am I kidding? The endless summer mentioned in the title came to a screeching halt…well, I can’t say when, so maybe it wasn’t screeching after all. I did push on through and finished a bunch of landscaping right before work has monopolized much of my free time, so there’s that sense of accomplishment. And it isn’t even like I am not still riding a wave. I’m just too busy to notice.
It rained a lot in June. It even rained a lot in July. August is off to a fine start as well. Our garden is threatening to take over the yard and we’re barricading ourselves in the house (Feed me, Seymour!). Some of what we intended – the little stick in the plant said so – to be yellow squash turned out to be acorn squash, which is not a nice stationary plant like the intended residents. A tangled, viney squash orgy broke out in the back of the garden, and if the several viney plants didn’t croak from something (I’ll assume exhaustion), I may have wheelbarrows full of acorn squash right now. As it is we managed about a dozen (that I could find yet). Our tomatoes, too, had grown to be about six-foot tall with all the rain. They have since been weighed down with burgeoning fruit which have yet to make it out of the garden before being devoured. Yeah, everything is coming along nicely.
If there were still stuff to do – and there is; there always is – it would be going unfinished. Between the waning daylight and the the waxing workload, I feel lucky to see the overgrown garden by sunlight by the time I return home. Perhaps it is times like these that are the troughs I referred to in the previous post. I have not plunged into the muddy bottom, but merely see less horizon now. My time constraints and my mood have also hindered my writing output, as anyone still bothering to look has known. I thought I could keep up with volume while dropping some quality, but I either have high standards or was just too busy to even write total crap (this post should clear this question up nicely). I thought I could reproduce a similar mindset as mild depression and a paranoid scepticism by simply staying awake late. Except you actually have to stay awake. Rather than write, I have been reading. I’ve been reading into some thoughts on the soul and picking up some more Abbey ( why haven’t you read any of him yet?). And why haven’t you posted some thoughts about the soul in the “My Soul is a Black Hole” comments? Oh, I see. I’m the only one who feels guilty for not showing up for over a month, while you have no responsibility at all? Well, I’d continue to rave like a lunatic, but I must sleep now. Enjoy the couch, Mr. and/or Mrs. Where-Have-You-Been?